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The  dying  Confe 
Conf  Pam  #731 


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P^ing  Confckrate's  fast  MA 

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1. 

Deal*  comrades  on  niy  brow  the  hand  of  death  is  cast, 
My  breath  is  growing  short,  all  pain  will  soon  be  past ; 
My  soul  will  soar  away  to  that  bright  land  of  bliss, 
Far  from  the  pain  and  woe  of  such  a  world  as  this. 
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I  left  my  home  and  friends  to  batflo  with  the  foe, 
To  save  the  Southern  land  from  misery  and  woe  ; 
I  gave  my  life  my  all  (uh  !  not  to  win  a  name. 
Or  have  it  e'en  enrolled  upon  the  scroll  of  fame.) 

3. 
Not  so,  I  only  wished  a  helper  brave  to  be 
To  save  the  glorious  South  from  cruel  tyranny  ; 
My  soul  with  ardor  burned  the  treacherous  foe  to  fight, 
And  take  a  noble  stand  for  liberty  and  right. 

4. 

But  oh  !  how  weak  is  man  !    It  was  not  God's  decree, 
That  I  should  longer  live  a  helper  brave  to  be, 
Before  another  day  I  shall  be  with  the  dead, 
And  'neath  the  grassy  sod  will  be  my  lonely  bed. 

5. 

And  should  you  see  the  friends  that  nurtured  me  in  youth, 
Tell  them  I  tried  to  walk  the  ways  of  peace  and  truth ; 

0  !  tell  my  mother  kind  the  words  that  she  has  given. 
Have  led  her  wayward  child  to  Jesus  and  to  heaven. 

6. 

Farewell  '.  farewell !  my  friends  my  loving  comrades  dear, 

1  ask  you  not  to  drop  for  me  one  bitter  tear; 

The  angels  sweetly  stand  and  beckon  me  to  come, 
To  that  bright  land  of  bliss  that  heavenly  realm  my  home. 

Maryland. 


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